now here's the thing, the issue, the real conundrum that comes of writing a poem in the shape of a tree, for you see, a tree grows from the bottom upward, which, it so happens is not the direction in which one usually reads. This goes to show, I suppose, how (un)eventful is my life; that this issue is worthy of dwelling upon, but whatever. I'm done. Goodbye.

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